Giant trees like canopies, colorful waterfalls, and undulating landscapes are connected one after another, without the slightest transition in between, as if jumping from one painting to another, each painting is a different world.

The young man who was reminded looked at another world in the distance, and there was an emotionless roar in his throat.

They have been away from human society for too long, so long that they are no longer accustomed to using language to communicate, and only monotonous roars can replace the original complex language, and they don't need to express too much meaning, because every day is walking, walking, walking, sleeping, and continuing to walk when they wake up.

Their bodies are very different from human beings, although they still maintain human characteristics in appearance, but the organs in their bodies have undergone serious mutations, which is the result of long-term exposure to these desperate situations, in order to survive, human beings can always find a way to compromise and adapt, even if they are no longer human, but as long as they live, what does it matter if they are human or not.

Perhaps the only traces of humanity on their bodies are those two pairs of bright eyes, which are still clear even if they see the world mercilessly.

Walking through this place surrounded by volcanoes, the heat and pungent smell between heaven and earth suddenly disappeared, and the step I just took was to jump into another painting, looking back, the fire-like world was as quickly away as floating in the void, and there was a pair of invisible giant hands between heaven and earth that slowly put away this painting full of magma and earth fire, and finally disappeared.

The young man behind roared angrily into the sky in a low voice, pointing to the ethereal space behind him, and actually shed two lines of tears, is it finally coming to an end?

Although the young man in front of him was not so excited physically, his eyes that were also flashing with tears also illustrated the hardships of life and death along the way.

He held on to his companion who lived and died, and wanted to say some words of comfort and encouragement, but he couldn't think of anything in his mind, and his past life was like a broken pottery, which could never be put back.

He opened his mouth, his huge and abrupt Adam's apple swayed up and down, and the residual saliva in his mouth slipped into his abdomen.

I can't go back, I can't go back.

Is it worth it?

The person who tortured himself is not like a human, a ghost is not like a ghost, and between heaven and earth, he sacrificed for that illusory goal, and when he was completely cut off from the world, he looked at his past life and goals from the perspective of being divorced from human beings, and suddenly felt that all this was really like a joke.

The young man in front of him stayed where he was, suddenly losing the courage to take a step, because he didn't know who and why he was taking this step, and he needed an answer as a reason for him to persevere.

Think, seek.

The dark and silent world had been silent for too long, lifeless.

Suddenly, light bloomed from the darkest depths, and the young man saw the answer.

"Let's go!"

The young man in the back was stunned, he hadn't heard human language for a long time, and he didn't even react for a while what "walking" meant, but the young man in front had already taken a firm step towards another sky, and he quickly followed.

Compared with the young king, his reason for persisting in all this as a follower was much simpler, because he followed the king wherever he went.

Stationed in Macheng, horses stop here, and Cai Guo's war horses are stationed here.

Although Zhuma City has a city in its name, it is actually a huge horse farm, like cloud war horses galloping back and forth on the grassland, wanton and wild. The stirrups on the backs of a group of black war horses were all taken off, and the horses that had lost their restraints ran wildly on the wide meadow, they ran from east to west, and from west to south, until the edge of the meadow did not stop the horses' hooves, the row of not very high railings seemed to be unable to block their way at all, but the group of war horses just did not dare to cross the railing half a step.

Because all they can remember was that all the people who tried to cross the railing died under the arrows of the archers guarding them, so no matter how wild they were, they still knew to avoid this sign of death, but they ran so happily today that they couldn't hold their hooves, and the horses crowded in front and back, almost touching the railing, and the horses closest to the railing screamed in fright and squeezed back desperately.

A patrolling horseman heard the sound of the horses, and rushed here with the reins, and when he saw that it was just a little commotion, he did not pay attention to it, and the horses would relax once a month, remove all the loads, and let them scatter a little wild on the pasture, so as to maintain the wild nature and good physical strength of the horses.

The horseman waved his whip and drove the excited herd back to the stable to eat, not only to maintain the wild nature of the horses, but also not to let them go too far, the discipline of the horses is the most important thing.

When the rider turned around and rode away, a black shadow quickly came out from under the horse's belly, and suddenly there was one more person among the horses, but it did not cause a disturbance among the horses, Wu Ye gently stroked the mane of the horse that had just been hidden, and said with a smile: "Very well-behaved." ”

The war horse showed special kindness, hanging its head comfortably under Wu Ye's touch, and gently touching Wu Ye's chest.

Wu Ye was so close to sneeze by the intimacy of the war horse, it is not a good thing to be too relaxed at this time, because he agreed to ferry the old man, so on the way back, Wu Ye deliberately stopped in Zhuma City to look for clues about Cuicui's father.

In fact, from the tone of the old man's narration, Wu Ye has already felt the waiting, hope, loss and despair that the old man has experienced over the years, if it weren't for Cui'er who was still young and needed him to raise him, I'm afraid the old man wouldn't have been able to hold on to today.

Wu Ye was wondering if it was a wrong decision to allow the old man to come to Zhuma City to find Cui'er's father, because sometimes the result was more cruel than waiting, at least waiting could give people a reason to persevere, and the result would not give people room to deceive themselves.

Although the truth may be cruel, Wu Ye still dutifully completed the matter promised to the old man. He took advantage of the few hidden points in Zhuma City to run back and forth, quietly inspecting Cai Bing here.

Cui'er is six years old this year, and his father should have been seventeen when he was drafted, but now six years have passed, but her appearance should not change much.

But there was always something wrong in the middle, Wu Ye thought about it hard, and found that he was almost twenty, twenty, this problem is too serious, not only serious, but also urgent.

The babies are six years old, and they will support the boat to raise a big yellow cat, but they are alone, in comparison, what kind of life is this. Wu Ye couldn't help but slap himself lightly, and said to himself: "When is this happening, I am still distracted, and I will go to Qi Country to propose marriage when I go back." ”